“And I said to him, well, y’know…”No. I don’t know. That’s why you’re telling me. Angie stifled her irritation. Louise was her oldest friend, but she abused that friendship with frequent phone calls, where she moaned about her husband.Angie hated the phrase “you know”. Louise’s sentences could contain at least three “you knows”. Slow your speech down, she wanted to yell. Think about what you’re saying!Alternatively, Louise could ask after Angie. How are you? How’s your day been? Did that chap you like come into the café today, and did he smile at you?She never did.

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